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Starving for crisp mornings and
Lessened heat in a place
That neither really ever happens
Leaves me famished for Fall.
Falls there might be,
From pedestals someone set
Me upon without my consent
Or, even my knowledge
Falls there might be
As I trip over unfinished business
Here, there, and also over there
Which I ignore with unwavering consistency
Falls there might be
From favor, from friendship
Even from someone’s vision
Which too, is the mutable nature of things
But I am famished for that change
Those autumnal dialogues whispered only for me
As the intimation of winter glances off my skin
Beguiling me with hints of promise among sunshine,
-Leaves me hungering.
~SMK
Inspiration: Too much heat and too long away from four seasons.
The Impetuarian 